Author: Kayla

Chef Kiss

Posted 2 years ago by Kayla

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

We’d been playing for a while. Years even, we’re well-matched and as spicy as calls can get for us; it wasn’t enough. He’d be at the Casino/hotel in Boston and casually invited me to join him. Even though I clarified that that kind of thing wasn’t allowed, he was hopeful I wouldn’t resist.

I wore a tight cocktail dress and tall heels the day I was supposed to join him. He’d often mentioned that he doesn’t play the slots and makes all his money at the poker tables. Carefully, I wandered through the casino floor, looking for my Chef. Finally, our eyes locked, and I knew it was him. A small smile played on my lips as I moved in alongside him. His arm opened for me, and I pressed my body against his. My right hand smoothed over his dress shirt and down to his hip. Tucked just under his blazer. The floor was loud as dealers and clients yelled, so I nudged my nose to his ear,  my voice thick with lust; I whispered, “I think you’ve won enough; let’s take this up to your room.”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

He invited me over for dinner and a little tv. I dressed casually for our calm night at home: Grey capri leggings with a mint green teeshirt. I only wore a plain white bralette underneath and no panties. Our relationship is new, but I assumed I wouldn’t be needing them. I was impressed by the meal he prepared and the wine he’d chosen to pair with it. His company and the wine had me feeling warm and flirty by the time we cuddled up on his couch to watch something.

He knows how much I love learning new things, so I wasn’t shocked when he put on a history documentary about a lost civilization. Boring to some, but captivating to me. This was exactly how I wanted to spend my Saturday night. As I scooted back against his thighs, I let my hand slip into his khakis. He didn’t move, or react in any way. He didn’t even speak, he simply kept watching the show, and my body tingled with playful excitement.

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Yoga Temptations

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I waited until Kelly left, and I skipped up the drive. Knowing he’d be home alone gave me warm tingles in the pit of my core. We’d been flirty at events and whenever I came over, but he made it clear he was a loyal man. I really hate when people try to keep me from things I want, and I want him. Today I was going to get what I wanted. One way or the other.

I wore skin-tight, high-waisted, white compression leggings. Literally, nothing would be left to his imagination; these suckers might as well have been painted on. And a white sports bra that zipped in the front. I wore my red hair in a slicked-back, high pony and carried my rolled-up yoga mat under my arm when I knocked on the door.

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Candy Girl Of The Week Alyssa 1-844-332-2639 ext 202

Hi boys, I’m Alyssa, your Candy Girl of The Week. I am petite and exotic and definitely your Asian Princess.

This is an amazing time for you to get to know me even better, but I should warn you that once you experience some Asian Persuasion, things will never be the same. So, indulge in your craving.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Now, y’all know I love two-girl calls, so this shouldn’t come as a shock, but when Ashley sauntered into the chatroom yesterday, I just knew she’d be an excellent match for me. A wonderful addition to draining balls and rinsing wallets. There was a horny Daddy in chat who just couldn’t say no when his baby girls teased his cock.

It was way too easy to convince him to get on the phone once he took one look at Ashley’s pretty blonde hair and perky little tits. It only got sexier when we got her on the phone!

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I’ve decided I want a man to treat me like he treats his dick. Maybe that sounds funny but think about it. I want him to be thinking of me and touching me constantly. If he treated me like I was his dick, then he would let me make all of his decisions for him. I’d be entirely in charge, and he’d just follow me blindly because of what I desired.

I’d be the most essential thing in his life if he treated me like he does his dick.

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Hosted By Admin’s Alfred and Chloe

So, you think you know our Candy Girls do you?

Can you guess the Lady without seeing … all of her?
Can you guess correctly before all else, including our other Candy Girls?

Keep both hands free so you can type as fast as possible to beat the competition. Time is your enemy.

Points are awarded depending on how quickly you guess which Candy Girl is being … exposed.

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Dont get me started, I dont come with brakes

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

So you have a fantasy you want to play out, and you’ve thought about it every which way from Sunday, but the idea is starting to get stale. You are looking for someone to breathe new life into your dirty little sex scene, and lucky for you, you found me. First, however, I should warn you not to get me started; I don’t come with brakes.

If you feed me lines of a sexy or sensual role-play, I will snatch up the idea and run. Twisting your fantasies into my own little naughty fun. Of course, it’s all with the intention of pleasing you, but you should know I thrive when giving life to role-play.

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turning my cousin into my girl

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

It had been years since I’d seen my cousin from California. I remembered he was cute and funny, but it was always so awkward when he would stay with us for a few weeks. Like we’re family, but I knew nothing about him. Around that time, I was just figuring out the kind of power and influence I had over men, and I guess you could say, I practiced that visit, by flexing my skills on my poor unsuspecting cousin.

My parents were at work, and (We’ll call him K) K and I were hanging out in my room. I had a ton of makeup and hair accessories all over my vanity, and as he spun around on my stool, K plucked up a massive hair bow and was turning it around in his hands. “How would anyone look cute in something this stupid?” He asked with wrinkles creasing his brow.

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